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Where’s Waldo?

Shannon atop Mauna Kea, Hawaii

Or, more accurately, where in the world are we? It’s a continuing source of confusion for our readers that our blog writing considerably lags our travels. By the time a post gets published, we’ve long since moved on from that location – meaning that the wonderful tips we get from readers by e-mail and in comments often reach us too late.

We’ve also been a bit reluctant to post more regularly on our Facebook Page for fear of creating additional confusion about where we are and what we’re doing.

So we’re making a small addition to the blog we hope will help correct these problems. In the right hand column, in the Meet Brian and Shannon section, beneath the photo of our big melons, you’ll now find a brief note about where we are currently and where we plan to go next.

Hopefully this small addition will help close the gap between our blog, our real-time travels, and our Facebook musings (of which we expect to do more.) In the meantime, keep those great tips coming.

10 Comments on “Where’s Waldo?”

We’ll take our chances. We’re not famous enough yet to warrant stalkers. And even then, we’re still more difficult to find than stationarys who list their exact whereabouts each and every night in a phone book. LOL.

You’re on the island I call home. Check out the Mountain View Bakery if you’re still on the Hilo side. It’s located between the Volcano and Hilo. The stone wall cookies go great with Kona coffee and the guava pastries are fabulous. You have to get there early though or they’ll be sold out. Enjoy!

…and since I saw you’re going to the Kona side of the island next. I used to live in Waimea (official town name is Kamuela). The town is very Paniolo (Cowboy) since Parker Ranch has been there since the late 1840s.

It’s a bit of a drive if you’re staying in Kona proper. But if you’re going to check out any of the resort beaches (Mauna Kea and Hapuna are my favorites), it’s only a 10 minute drive up the hill. There’s a great restaurant called “Huli Sues” which serves as much locally sourced items as they can. Again, my mouth is starting to water…

The motorhome we now call ours, used to belong to my parents. They were full time RVers . People would ask where my parents were from and I’d say, “Wherever they slept last night” I’d never quite know for sure where they were. One day I called my mom and asked “Where’s Waldo?” The name stuck. My parents, more specifically my mom, named all of their vehicles. The first RV they owned was called ‘The Dog’ and it was towed by ‘The Beast’